by Nina Sventitsky
Mona Lisa: What!
Vinny: Nothing, you stick out like a sore thumb around here.
Mona Lisa: Me? What about you?
Vinny: I fit in better than you. At least I’m wearing cowboy boots.
Mona Lisa: Oh, yeah, you blend.
I know you do it. You have about an ounce of wine left in the bottle, it goes into the glass. Then if you do anything at all, do it big: “I’ll just open the next bottle and add it to the glass.” You’ve just created your own plonk, er, blend.… Read the full article